Haunting Adaline Novels & Stories

Rubbing my face, I looked away from the door, flabbergasted. “You will have to excuse them, some of them are new to understanding vampires and their excellent hearing. I’m Adaline,” she held out her hand. Taking it with my hand I bowed, kissing the top of her hand. “So the rumors must be true, you are from Bergarian,” she blushed.

Right now, blood is thicker that water doesn't work anymore because even those who you trust will be the one who will lead you to your death. Jane rested her palm in her forehead as she was recollecting the memories of evidence in her head, why on earth did the murderer came into this and killed many people's lives, she was beginning to realized that it was all meant for her to notice after their chief's death she was thinking what will happen if she uses Adair's power, she can do a lot and kill the killer with both of her hands the vivid thoughts of torture inside her mind started to roll, chuckling like a maniac.

He placed Azalea's body over his shoulder and soon enough they were inside the mansion. Once inside Azalea was placed in a circle surrounded by candles, skeleton skulls and blood marks. He retrieved a book from his bedroom and got on his knees. He began to chant a language which was encrypted and couldn't be understood. Soon enough Azalea started thrashing on the floor and making grunt noises more like a hungry growl. He continued the same chant and suddenly her jerked open. They were bright red, her skin tone was a ghostly pale white,her brown hair became richer,two fangs appeared, her lips were cherry red.

Or was her mind playing a trick on her? She could smell him on her, but this time she didn't hurry to the bathroom to wash it away. She sniffed the pillow and it still smelled like him. She felt herself getting wet between her legs again. He had corrupted her for real this time. Adeline smiled against the pillow. Stupid Damien. Someone was tapping on her door. Did he come back? No, Damien would knock harder and barge right in. "Who is it?" Adeline asked. "It's Odette, Miss Selene. Can I come in?" a small voice said from the other side.

That and because, whenever Cassidy started screaming like this, it scared the bejesus out of everyone, including Jo. Her legs carried her down the hallway of the house they’d borrowed from Lucas’s Souled Vampire friend, Adrian, who wasn’t even there to sleep in his own bed. He had volunteered to track Holland’s car when it left the castle in Poland during the last attack. Now, they had a good idea where the Vampire queen was hiding, but their best weapon was still on the fritz, and even though Heather McBride assured them that things were getting better, this was night twelve in a row where Cassidy woke all the Hunters with her screaming and sent all of the Guardians who weren’t related to h

Aisling was fascinated by the idea of such a connection with the Moon Goddess. One day the shadows brought me a message from Willow’s mountain. It seemed that there was another friend of the shadows now. Willow’s daughter, Adelina, had stumbled across my section of the grimoire and connected with it. While I was glad that someone else found my affinity intriguing, I was scared that the shadows might run wild with her. However, while I was afraid of the whispers from the shadow, she embraced it and connected with the shadows in ways I never could. Adelina ended up taming the shadows. She could control them and bend them to her will.

My vision blurred, darkness creeping at the edges—then nothing. A warm glow flickered behind my eyelids, the scent of burning wood filling my senses before consciousness fully returned. My body ached, a dull, throbbing pain stretching across my limbs. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw firelight dancing against the trees. We were still in the woods. My clothes were damp, my skin tight with cold, but I was alive. Then I heard it—his voice. “I’m so glad you’re alive,” Abaddon muttered, the roughness of his tone edged with something unreadable. “But at the same time, I want to kill you.”

He knew their paths would diverge, their destinies forever apart, but the memory of their intimate encounter would forever be imprinted upon his immortal soul. With a final, longing glance, the vampire silently departed, melting into the shadows with a blend of longing and melancholy. Amira stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open, as if awakening from a dream. A radiant smile graced her lips, unaware of the nocturnal visitor who had gifted her with an awakening, both sensual and profound. ________________________________

Adeline’s pov I tried not to cry again. This was something my tear ducts were used to, it was almost a routine to watch it dry up and so I sucked in the tears and thought happy thoughts. Thoughts that comprised of the good old earlier days. Looking back to the sequence of events which brought me to that house of brooding mystery, of sinister undercurrents and disturbing echoes. I sat on a wooden bench I had found as I became lost in thought all alone in the darkness.

Doctor Brad agreed, rising from his seat to gather the necessary tools for the procedure. Adrienne dragged her exhausted body into her house, feeling weak and overwhelmed. All she craved at that moment was the solace of her bed, where she could lay for hours and do absolutely nothing. The hallway seemed never-ending as she trudged through it, her steps heavy and sluggish. As she entered the living room, she noticed the unexpected presence of Daniel, and her mom, accompanied by a mysterious man she had never seen before. Adrienne mustered a faint smile, trying her best to mask her fatigue.